Kadikistani Union
Established Nation
Trouble in the Riverlands
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Jurzan / Kadikistan
Farah River Island / Dnjert River Island
Great River / Varuskaya River
Province of Kharoti / Socialist Oblast of Lurcheniv
"I fucking hate Mondays.", Sergei Moravscik said agitated towards his four colleagues standing around a roaring Kadikistani MAZ-200 truck while the rain was poring down like a waterfall. Rain in the region was rather rare, but when it came around it came with a vengeance straight from the icy tops of the Kharoti Mountains. It took no more then a few seconds for the five Kadikistani men to be completely soaked and the Varuskaya river to rise a few centimetres making the river island even smaller. "Lamrov, go make yourself useful and flicker the lights so those Jurzani bastards know we're here.", Moravscik commanded while spitting away the rain that was running down his bearded face and over his lips. Sergei Moravscik was a Captain in the 'Revolutionary Armed Forces' of Kadikistan, not that you would be able to tell since he was wearing a worn-out sweatpants and a military vest that dated back to the revolutionary year 1907 full of wholes and blood stains. The four men Moravscik commanded looked slightly more like soldiers, but nearly equalled their captain in raggedness. The only thing they all had in common was the fact that they were all equipped with a KA-47, either strapped on their backs or holding it nonchalantly. Moravscik's assault rifle was still in the back of the truck, submerged under about a decimetre of gathering rain, while he had a custom made silver revolver on his person. The latter was gift from Major Marko Leninov, a scion from the infamous family put in charge of the highly profitable opium trade, with whom Moravscik had formed a friendly relation over the years standing side-by-side over a wide range of illegal dealings.
The river island was no more then three ares with one solitary tree and a few plucks of weed being the only green on it. The rest of its soil was 'decorated' by mud, trash, a multitude of tire tracks and two small wooden piers on both sides. The fact that the small island didn't have a shared pier was an unmistakeable example of the fact that the two nations were not always on the best of terms. In fact the river island was claimed by both the Islamic Republic of Jurzan and the Democratic Republic of Kadikistan as 'Farah'- and 'Dnjert' Island respectively. The bullet-wholes in the last dying tree were a clear illustration of the island's contested nature. The island had been a source for problems between Sharjah and Ivar since the Jurzani Revolution of 1939 which emancipated the relatively young nation from the Varanasi Empire with the help of Kadikistan. Back then it was agreed that the borders between both nations would remain the same as they had been under Varanasi rule with the historic Khandahar region under Kadikistani control, as it had been since the Second Kadiko-Varanasi War in 1905. In the spirit of friendship both the new rulers of the Jurzan and the Kadikistani leadership avoided the river islands, unwrittenly agreeing that they would be under the de facto control of Jurzan as they had been under Varanasi. But the fact that nothing was put on paper gave Nikolai Leninov, who came to power later in 1939 replacing Iosif Tsjekova and his administration, the opportunity to claim the islands as sovereign Kadikistani soil which he did in early 1940. Since that year the relations between the Jurzan and Kadikistan had never reached the warm heights they were during those months when Iosif Tsjekova ruled the oldest socialist republic of Europe.
The situation concerning the islands thawed after an initial stand-off as certain powerful forces in both nations started using its contested and de facto ungoverned status too advance their own personal wealth. On the Kadikistani side it was the Leninov Clan who grabbed this opportunity with both hands as they had with Balochistan back in the 18th century when they were still a noble family. As early as 1940 underground contacts were established that allowed for the construction of a trafficking zone on the island where various smuggled products would change hands, ranging from opium and other drugs meant for the Germanian and Gallian markets to consumer goods meant for the domestic Kadikistani markets and military weaponry for the Jurzani. Since then a handful of people profiteered greatly from the illegal trade on the river islands, not in the least members of the 'Leninov Revolutionary Clan'. By today the practise had become daily business with border guards as well as local inhabitants being full aware of it and even taking a slice of it when they had a chance. Patrol shifts around the river islands were highly sought after by soldiers trying to make some quick bribe money or even get their hands on some of the goods. The commanding officer, because such matters were always conducted by the military, always had the ability to contact the small 'Karaboch Army Outpost' roughly 16 kilometres northeast through the radio build into the small ferry, glorified raft that could barely fit the truck, docked at the wooden pier on the Kadikistani side. The Karaboch Outpost also served as a distribution point were the various smuggled goods form the various trafficking zones in the area were brought together and directed towards their respective destinations. Naturally Major Marko Leninov was the commanding officer of the Karaboch Outpost, a noticeably low position for his rank and family's prestige, and had been given the possibility to appoint his officer positions to men he trusted such as Captain Moravscik. All together the Karaboch Outpost provided barracks for 240 soldiers, 40% of which were constantly out on rotating shifts of platoon sized patrols along the Varuskaya River.
Capt. Moravscik was waiting anxiously, annoyed by the usual tardiness of the Jurzani traders and in lo lesser amount of Corporal Zarkov to his left who was struggling to light his cigarette in the rain. "Zarkov! Move your fat ass to the truck and light that thing in there before I shoot you!", the Captain yelled while the other three chuckled in moderate amusement. "I swear if that guy's father wasn't a friend of Marko I would drown him together with these LATE JURZANI SONS OF...!". Moravscik suddenly stopped with his scarred face still red with anger as he saw a large flock of birds lift-off and fly away from several trees on the Jurzani size. Someone was approaching and the men got ready to do a quick, almost automatic, transition. Little did they know that today wouldn't turn out like all those other days. "Alright you all know the drill. Timovarski left, Ratko right, Lamrov help dock the stinkers... ZARAKOV! WHY THE FUCK ISN'T THAT TRUCK BEING UNLOADED YOU FAT PIECE OF CRAP!"
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